Chapter 26 Locke #2
Chris’s breath hitched and he reached down and adjusted his semi.
I bit my tongue to stop the curse from falling from my lips and flicked my gaze to the rearview mirror.
Kam was just as affected as me, her cheeks flushed and her lips shiny from where she licked them. Chris was a damn tease, and he knew it.
“All clear, provided you take it easy on me.” He huffed. “As if I’m gonna let you do that,” he muttered.
I turned in my seat and gently grasped his chin, then pressed a lingering kiss to his lips.
“Damn right you’ll let us do it. You’re ours to look after, boy, and neither of us will risk you making your injuries worse.
” I kissed him again, this time lashing my tongue against his until I was dizzy with lust and starved of oxygen.
“But don’t think for a second that means you won’t be shouting our names when you come harder than you have before. ”
Kam cleared her throat and rasped, “What he said.”
I tilted my lips up in a smug smirk and tore out of the parking lot. We had a trip back to LA to make before I could get my hands on them, and it couldn’t come soon enough.
***
Traffic was a bitch, but we finally arrived home. The sexual tension in the car had ratcheted up with every mile the Aston Martin had devoured. The anticipation had me white-knuckling the steering wheel while my dick acted like a flagpole and saluted the sky.
I helped Kam out while Chris shuffled himself forward, then slowly rose, closing the door after him.
He wasn’t in obvious pain when he walked anymore, his long legs making short work of the width of the garage before pushing through the doorway.
He didn’t hesitate, yanking the zipper of his hoodie down and throwing it off just inside the house.
I crowded Kam, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissed a line up her throat to her ear as we stumbled inside after Chris.
I watched as he toed out of his sneakers and kicked them aside while I nibbled on Kam’s lobe.
She tilted her head to the side, giving me more room, and moaned as I splayed my hands over her waist.
“He’s fucking sexy, isn’t he,” I growled. It wasn’t a question—it would never be one in my mind about either of them. Their bodies were works of art.
Kam hummed, and I continued, “With every piece of clothing he removes, it makes me want to devour him. Lick every inch of him until he’s writhing on my bed, begging me to come.”
Kam’s breath caught, and she leaned into me more heavily, her perfect arse cupping my hardened cock.
“And you know what, sweet thing?” I asked. I didn’t wait for a response, instead sliding my hands up under her thin sweater to cup her bare breasts. I flicked my thumbs over her nipples and ground against her. “I’m going to do exactly the same thing to you.”
She whimpered, and I eased the cashmere sweater up and off her, leaving her naked from the waist up.
Chris eased the Seals branded T-shirt off before he disappeared through the doorway into the corridor leading to the bedrooms. He was down to a pair of grey sweats that left nothing to the imagination.
“If you don’t get in here in a hurry, I’m going to look after myself,” he called.
I slipped my hand down the front of Kam’s leggings and fingered her clit as I guided her forward. She was hot and wet, silky smooth and so sensitive to my touch.
We rounded the corner into the main bedroom, and I saw Chris on his stomach, shifting around. He winced and groaned, then muttered, “Fuck.”
We rushed over to him, and Kam asked “Hon, are you okay?”
“The weight on my ribs fucking hurts,” he groaned, frustration radiating off him with the tight set of his shoulders and his clenched jaw.
“Roll over onto your back. Let’s try something we’ve done before.” Kam looked to me, and I added, “Sit on Chris’s face while I look after him.”
Chris flipped over as quickly as his battered body allowed and moaned when he wrapped his fist around his flagging erection.
Kam shucked the rest of her clothes, crawled up next to Chris, and kissed him.
I watched his belly jump as she trailed her fingertips down it, then wrapped her hand around his before stroking him slowly.
I blinked, still in disbelief that they were here with me, rather than their fantasy, V.
I peeled off my clothes, pulled the lube out of my top drawer, and joined them.
I spread Chris’s legs open and settled between them, lapping at his sac and burying my nose at the root of his cock.
The scent of his musk filled my nostrils, and I drew him into me.
Chris spread wider, opening himself up to my teasing fingers.
“Baby, I need to taste you,” he rasped to Kam.
She moaned, and I watched her gently straddle his face, taking care not to touch anywhere he was hurt.
But Chris wasn’t having it. He wrapped his arms around her thick thighs and pulled her down to him.
From my spot between his legs, I could see where his tongue connected with her pussy as he pierced her core, then flicked it over her clit before sucking it between his lips.
She cried out, and Chris’s cock flexed. I loved how in tune they were with each other. What got her off did the same for him.
I licked the length of his veiny cock before collecting the bead of precum from his slit. His flavor burst onto my tongue, salty and sweet at the same time, and I moaned. I needed them. I sucked on his cockhead, then swirled my tongue over the rigid shaft as I took him as deep as I could.
I flipped open the cap on the lube and coated my fingers, then prepared my arse, loosening the muscle there one finger at a time.
I was tight, but that was no surprise—I’d only ever been topped a couple of times before, a long time ago.
I bit back a moan at the fullness and stretch.
I couldn’t fucking wait to have him inside me.
Chris whimpered. I pulled off his cock and watched as he clenched his hole, desperate for something to fill him up. My beautiful boy wanted me. But not this time. This time I was giving him something I’d promised but never delivered on.
I brushed the pad of my thumb over his hole, and he cried out, pumping his hips up and chasing friction on his dick.
I slicked up both hands with more lube and wrapped one around his steely shaft to stroke him slowly.
His moan was illicit, filled with need and want.
He was leaking, his balls drawn up tight, already on the edge.
Kam cried out above him, and it was music to my ears.
I loved watching them together, seeing them take care of each other until they were incoherent, jelly-legged, and shivering.
I returned my other hand to my arse and pumped three fingers into myself, scissoring them to stretch my rim. I bit back my own moan, but my body bowed, and I shuddered as electricity ran through my veins. I needed him.
Kam looked over her shoulder at me, and her breath caught. Chris slid his fingers into her pussy, and she went rigid above him, crying out as he pumped them into her. “Oh fuck,” she breathed. “Yes. More.”
My dick throbbed, and my hole clenched as I pulled my fingers free, then shifted to straddle Chris. I lowered myself slowly, the head of his cock stretching my hole wider than my fingers ever could. I sucked in a breath as Chris cursed, his voice muffled by Kam’s pussy.
My arse met his hips, and I paused, breathing through the burn.
He was thick, bigger than anything or anyone I’d ever had before.
But slowly the pain morphed into a throb, the need to move overwhelming me.
I rose up slowly until only his cockhead was inside me and lowered myself down again.
I was stretched, full to bursting point, his hard shaft splitting me open and nudging at my prostate.
I lifted myself again, my leg muscles straining as I settled into an easy rhythm.
I watched as he strained, every muscle locking up tight.
“Relax. Let me take care of you,” I rasped. Electricity lit up my veins as his cock collided with my P-spot, and I saw stars.
“Too good. Fuck. So tight. So hot. Jesus, fuck,” he rambled, He let go of Kam and gripped the sheet with both hands, his knuckles turning white.
His whole body vibrated, his cock as hard as a fence paling inside me.
I gripped the base of my own cock, squeezing it tight.
I wasn’t ready to come yet. I needed more.
I wrapped my hands gently around Chris’s waist, holding him steady, and lifted myself up again. On the downstroke, Chris shouted out, his feet scrambling for purchase on the mattress.
“Come, boy. Come inside me. Fill me up with your cum.”
Chris choked out a cry and pumped his hips up, shouting as his dick pulsed inside me and liquid fire spilled into me with each throb of his cock.
I clenched tight, needing to keep every drop of him in me, and Chris shouted again, thrusting his hips once more.
He was breathing heavy, his bruised chest still expanding and contracting with every breath.
His cock continued to pulse inside me, still coming.
The tension in his muscles eased, and he seemed to melt into the mattress.
“Kam,” I murmured and reached for her waist as I eased myself off Chris’s softening dick. He moaned, and I hissed, the sudden emptiness a shock to my system. I already wanted to do it again, but next time, I’d be buried inside Chris’s tight heat.
Kam shifted off her husband, then flopped down onto the bed next to him. She curled into his side, resting her head on his bicep, and I grinned when I saw Chris’s dreamy smile. I leaned in and kissed Kam, my tongue dancing with hers as I lined up my cock with her pussy.
“Fuck me, Locke. Take me. Give yourself to me.”
“Don’t you get it, sweet thing?” I asked, gazing down into her emerald eyes. “I was yours from the moment I first saw you.” She blinked, tears filling her eyes and she reached up and cupped my face. She didn’t say anything, but I didn’t need her to. She knew how hard and fast I’d fallen.
I pressed into her, her tight heat enveloping my cock as I lowered myself against her body and made love to her.
I kissed her jaw to her ear and sucked a mark onto her throat as I thrust slowly.
I ran my hand down her delectable body and tugged her knee up to my waist. All that smooth flesh under my palm was an aphrodisiac, the taste of her sweat-dampened skin on my lips like nectar of the gods.
I lost myself in Kam and the soft moans she was making.
Chris rolled onto his side and ran his hand down my spine, and I cried out.
My back bowed, and I pushed my arse into his searching fingers. He circled my rim, and the approving rumble he let loose was downright filthy. “Can feel my cum leaking out of your soft little hole, Locke. Fill our woman up like I did to you.”
Kam moaned, and her pussy tightened around my cock. “So close,” she breathed.
I stepped up my game, thrusting harder and deeper into her, grinding my pelvis against her clit every time I bottomed out. I was holding on by a thread, so close to losing it in her sweet body.
Chris turned her face and kissed her, and I nibbled a path up her throat to her lobe.
I sucked on it, and Kam cried out, her pussy clamping down on my cock.
I moaned, lost as my orgasm slammed into me.
My body vibrated, every nerve ending alight as ecstasy pulsed through me.
Every pump of my cum into her sweet body reignited the euphoria in my veins.
Fireworks exploded behind my closed eyelids, and I floated among the clouds, completely weightless.
“I love you too,” Chris murmured, pressing a kiss to my jaw.
I turned my face and captured his lips with mine, the taste of Kam still on his lips. I moaned and my dick pulsed again. Kam cupped my face, and I broke Chris’s kiss and pressed another one to her lips.
“We’ve always been yours, too, Locke,” she murmured. “We just had to meet you.”
I hummed and wrapped them in my arms, holding the two loves of my life close to my heart. I’d never been more grateful for eavesdropping on their conversation in my life.